2015/12/03

#12 BROWN EYES

I just mentioned the people. Indian people with their amazing big brown eyes, watching you. I mean, your a tourist, of course they watch you. How could they even resist watching somebody carrying their beauty idol of white skin and those western-looking face ?

Those big brown eyes, staring at you. Full of envy, full of curiosity, full of desire.

Each of those can tell you stories, stories we probably couldn't imagine.

We western people. Western people full of affluence, full of ignorance, full of shame.

They watch us, still, calm, justified. And we would maybe give them a squint back, maybe. But maybe we don't even glance back, as we are scared by all those stories we heard from India (especially as a woman). But we could never give them the same look, the same expression as we get.

When I came to India I was really scared. Not only because of that I am a women, but because of that I was just about to visit those poor country, and even though I would act as a volunteer there, to be honest I just visited, just tried to get a look. I, as I am one of those 'rich' western people, I would just go there to look, to get an insight of their country, their live and their amazing culture. To leave afterwards and continue living my high-standard life in Germany.

Actually that's loathsome.

But I did it. And I experienced the feeling of being followed by those brown eyes.

In the beginning, I was scared to glance back. With time I started to try. And in the end I realized that I am incapable to do it.

I am not worth doing the same as they do. How could I. I got no clue of life, no clue of their life. My eyes cant tell them a dignified story back.

Exactly these poor people, those people who appear to have almost nothing, maybe craving for food or a place to sleep from day to day, those people are the most rich ones in the entire world.

They know how to be happy. How to feel pure happiness.

Every time I am happy, I am happy because. Because of something, I need a reason. They don't.

They don't need anything to be happy, just themselves and those beautiful world we all live in.

It is a shame to visit India. It is absolutely selfish. It is amazing for yourself, for your lost, filthy soul which can may get waked up, may get clean, may get improved in a beautiful way.

But it's the worth you can do for the people. You just do a catwalk, carrying your Chanel bag and your Gucci shoes along their broken street. You are showing the lion, who was locked away for his entire life how happy you are, as you are a free one enjoying all your opportunities, all those advantages life gifted you. The lion didn't know before. He was happy, living a great life in ignorance.

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